The in-between of time
our common angst
the past on our left
the future on our right
(the endless tug-of-war
  but I can't take either side)
with the self in the centre
  as the silent on-looker

  how could I myself divide
  into distinct parts or fragments
  and lose my own individuality
  and identity?

   the past insists
   on telling its story
   the future cares not
   it is impatient
   it is not content
    to be listed second
     superiority it claims

    but my love
    my reason to be
    we choose to be free
     unbounded by
     the time in-between
      every moment
      we create our own glory

       destiny
        is what we make
        of our life together
        
         love heals and does redeem
         it gags the voice of time
          which we'll deem
          but an overused metaphor

           love puts every hour
           to rest. Our love
           has spoken
           it could never be
           an error.

Nothing worth having comes easy,
That's just a lesson I've learned,
And sometimes when there are things we desperately want,
We have to be paitient and wait our turn.

Those you love will sometimes annoy you,
Or hurt you in some kind of way,
But still that does not diminish the value,
Of them coming back to see if you're ok.

At times the weather can be miserable,
But the sun always comes out in the end,
So take a deep breath and march on,
Treating the world like your best friend.

Snow falls softly
A flake lands on my cheek
I smile and think of you